Mu Jingchu said in a deep voice, "Several trees were passed off as genuine, and over a hundred Coiling Dragon Woods have not even reached the proper age. Mu Ye... this is selling counterfeit medicine. Did you pocket the profits, or was this the clan's decision?"
He remained calm, not the slightest bit angry. He merely glanced once more at the several Five-Eyed Clan Dao Protectors in the distance.
"Uncle, being short a few years is no big deal. I heard that when clans trade, no one truly scrutinizes the age of spiritual medicine. Over time, this could save our clan—"
Slap!
Bang...
Before Mu Ye could finish, he was sent flying by a palm strike. Blood spilled from his mouth across the ground. The Dao Protectors' expressions changed in shock; they had failed to react in time and only belatedly rushed over.
"Young Master!"
"...Uncle?!" Mu Ye lay on the ground with an ugly expression. Coiling Dragon Wood was exceedingly difficult to cultivate and was a specialty of his clan. There were very few who could truly recognize its worth, let alone determine its age. What was wrong with mixing in some counterfeit medicine?!
Mu Jingchu stood on the ground, looking down at him expressionlessly, his demeanor exceptionally steady.
"Mu Ye, the Eternal Ancient Shop has always paid high prices. You are not the first person to do such a thing," Mu Jingchu said flatly. "If you were a wild spirit, it would be one thing. But falsifying the spiritual medicine exclusively supplied by our clan to the Eternal Ancient Shop will lead to the same fate as those vanished races."
"Or do you think that place is some charitable land? Is the way of the Immortal Realm truly something a fledgling junior like you can so easily comprehend?"